This is a song about "Imma g your a queef"

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

It was just another party

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

They call me hulck smash cause imma smack your trash in a flash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Bitch, they call it motor city