This is a song about "Old g"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

But they can't do nothing to a g/

But they can't do nothing to a g/

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

The good kid from the ugly city

I'm a grade a o g

She going to borrow some money

But apparently its talent g,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I'd done stacked many

But ion show no love g

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money