This is a song about "G life"

But apparently its talent g,

Lets come up to my city

You under me what's your color g?

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

We got money to go get baby

Trying to be a cool g

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

With a fronted silent g.

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

It ain't hard to make money

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Now i can draw your face up pretty