This is a song about "Jay the g"

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Kanye, jay z, thanks for watching the throne

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,