This is a song about "G charlie"

But i wasn't that clean i was more like charlie

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Caged, and the wonder is seen

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We call each other homie g,

A demon that feeds of my inner g

It's no longer a new jack city

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

But ion show no love g