This is a song about "Best g"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

With a fronted silent g.

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Go and diss me you're history missing g

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

On hip hop and grime my g,

But ion show no love g

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city