This is a song about "Real g"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

On hip hop and grime my g,

Shit with our whole family

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But apparently its talent g,

Trying to be a cool g

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Now that am no longer b i g

And my kick game beyond crazy

Plottin' don’t even worry

With a fronted silent g.

You under me what's your color g?

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

We got money to go get baby