This is a song about "Gs"

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's

And i know - there'll never be peace

All these fake gs can go scram

We on a world tour, wale your man

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

So what we turn up, you know we the realest g's

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Just like when i choke you fake g's

I wanted to come back on my own, start cracking g's,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties