This is a song about "Old g"

Look it something they can't ever see

We call each other homie g,

And niggas flashing crazy

Trying to be a cool g

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I'm on my uk shit

G-unit would make of it!

You under me what's your color g?

I got plans for you look in the sky baby