This is a song about "G shit"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

But apparently its talent g,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

Third ward general, young cash money

But ion show no love g

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

It was just another party

We call each other homie g,

You under me what's your color g?

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

With a fronted silent g.

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty