This is a song about "Boys and g"

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

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

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

Talking of the gods you serve

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

On hip hop and grime my g,

Hey, must be the money

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

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

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And she fucking me cuz im a fucking g