This is a song about "Nate g"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

We call each other homie g,

G stands for g.a.y not genius

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

She crazy, that stalker shit

G-unit would make of it!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

On hip hop and grime my g,