This is a song about "G nights"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I mean, like i write, every few nights

Late nights, just me and the microphone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

I delete they history

Now that am no longer b i g

Must be something you want me to see

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

We call each other homie g,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

On hip hop and grime my g,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

But they can't do nothing to a g/

I just want somebody i can see