This is a song about "My g s"

Get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

But ion show no love g

A military mind mean money

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

A demon that feeds of my inner g

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor