This is a song about "Mrs g"

Bitch, they call it motor city

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

With a fronted silent g.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

You, you, you have to pay for that

G-unit would make of it!

Trying hard to speak and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/