This is a song about "Im a reald g"

Third ward general, young cash money

A demon that feeds of my inner g

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Hey, must be the money

I'm a grade a o g

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

But they can't do nothing to a g/

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Plottin' don’t even worry

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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