This is a song about "Real motherfukin gs"

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Believe me because this is real.

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city