This is a song about "My gs grime"

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Sayin' have you done that extortion, am gonna wrap up the grime

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My own unknown is my enemy,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

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

I wanted to come back on my own, start cracking g's,

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her