This is a song about "Real g s"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

I'm a grade a o g

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Now that am no longer b i g

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,