This is a song about "Karolek my g"

But i think i like that, just maybe

We call each other homie g,

And niggas flashing crazy

You under me what's your color g?

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

With a fronted silent g.

Now i can draw your face up pretty

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

But they can't do nothing to a g/