This is a song about "Old g"

A military mind mean money

But apparently its talent g,

Let me rideuntil i get free

On hip hop and grime my g,

Walk that body, talk that body

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

But five years from now i bet she see

You under me what's your color g?

Trying to be a cool g

They say i talk like im god body

Real g when i'm spitting bars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Hand to hand in the cold

These wack bitches getting old

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But ion show no love g