This is a song about "Im g"

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Knowing you can no longer party

Go and diss me you're history missing g

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Bitch, i might make you my baby

We call each other homie g,

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

With a fronted silent g.

Trying to catch me riding dirty

But five years from now i bet she see

Now that am no longer b i g

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Real g when i'm spitting bars