This is a song about "G"

With a fronted silent g.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Bitch, they call it motor city

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

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

But five years from now i bet she see

God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

We call each other homie g,

Third ward general, young cash money

G stands for g.a.y not genius

But i guess that shit's just tough love