This is a song about "G eazy"

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

Like hoes down in magic city

Trying to be a cool g

We call each other homie g,

And its simple as that baby

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

I love all the inspiration

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Now that am no longer b i g

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

On hip hop and grime my g,

But apparently its talent g,

20 racks really thats sneaker money