This is a song about "G o b"

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I'm wicked so my image makes me snoop d o g

I just want somebody i can see

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Never had a chance to try

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Like hoes down in magic city

I don't need no props b/