This is a song about "It g ma"

But apparently its talent g,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Ma glaswegian accent means no mainstream for me but a don't regret having it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

So while the world goes drake crazy

We call each other homie g,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Fuck it , kill me so i can see my ma in the sky

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Now that am no longer b i g

G-unit would make of it!

Get the zippo and spark the shit