This is a song about "My gs"

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

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

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

So what we turn up, you know we the realest g's

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost