This is a song about "G s and bitchs"

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

A military mind mean money

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

And she fucking me cuz im a fucking g

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker