This is a song about "G eazy"

Phoney all truthless thinks he's eazy ruthless

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

I'm a grade a o g

We like to party

With a fronted silent g.

Hey, must be the money

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Could i make you my baby