This is a song about "Life s g"

But ion show no love g

Let me rideuntil i get free

You based your life off of 50's shit

And you all will respect that

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

We might be back in this baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

A military mind mean money

But apparently its talent g,

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

G stands for g.a.y not genius

They at the same spot they making no progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Go and diss me you're history missing g