This is a song about "My gs"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

So part of the plan

All these fake gs can go scram

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Well rick james, maury jane

That'll do anything that i please

Just like when i choke you fake g's