This is a song about "Boys and g"

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

You little young-ass motherfuckers

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free