This is a song about "It g ma"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

We call each other homie g,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Look it something they can't ever see

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

Rollin in ma bentley, not even a fuckin dent in it//

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Now if pain came to ma life it will no longer get called an asper

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

You, you, you have to pay for that

Unless you got prodi-g in it.

That's why i'm makin' money

Now that am no longer b i g