This is a song about "G kill fs"

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Hopin' that my niggas see

We call each other homie g,

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Now that am no longer b i g

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

But they can't do nothing to a g/

It's a battlejust for tha big money

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Trying to be a cool g