This is a song about "Hit you with g shit make that nigga die"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

That type of shit make a nigga crazy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

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

Said that shit before just makin sure you fuckin get me nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

All that tough talk, nigga we all know you ain't about shit

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm gonna hit you with that thunder like seattle,