This is a song about "Big g"

You, you, you have to pay for that

G-unit would make of it!

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

A demon that feeds of my inner g

You see now that nigga lonely

With a fronted silent g.

Must be something you want me to see

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

But apparently its talent g,

We call each other homie g,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

On hip hop and grime my g,

Let me rideuntil i get free