This is a song about "Big g"

We might be back in this baby

You under me what's your color g?

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Im happier when high and drunk

Could i make you my baby

With a fronted silent g.

You don't mean that, you faggot

G-unit would make of it!