This is a song about "Jumping fake g s"

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Something i craved, mocha has got me jumping, like the birth rate.

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Go and diss me you're history missing g

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

We call each other homie g,

We might be back in this baby

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Looka this punk jumping back 'n forth jumping jacks trying to show some effort

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record