This is a song about "G shit"

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

But apparently its talent g,

Bitch, they call it motor city

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

G-unit would make of it!

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

On hip hop and grime my g,

All i want is you baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

We call each other homie g,