This is a song about "Little gee"

And randy, and all of rappad, oh gee gnarly.

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Why are the little kids having little kids

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Coz i smoke just like real gee

My lady, my baby

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Into little minces

With a honey in the middle

Or maybe too little

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry