This is a song about "Melo g"

And my kick game beyond crazy

But apparently its talent g,

God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

We call each other homie g,

What them tippers don't see

G-unit would make of it!

It ain't like that

I reel them in, goadomes on see

On hip hop and grime my g,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

A demon that feeds of my inner g

But they can't do nothing to a g/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/