This is a song about "Im the the realist g around"

Worked up from the very bottom now i'm fucking g/

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

If disagree then piss on me but you're the epiphany you little g

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But i'm back, g, makin' the game reek of cat pee.

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

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

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Always stay true stick to the g code

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for