This is a song about "Mc g money"

I delete they history

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

You see, i'm not just your average mc

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Go and diss me you're history missing g

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Rising higher than any mc

To try and become the next mc

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

We call each other homie g,

Now that am no longer b i g

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three