This is a song about "G eazy"

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Once as a slave who imagined being free

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

-w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

The world should turn as soon as my records spin