This is a song about "Real muthafucking g s"

We call each other homie g,

Hey, must be the money

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But apparently its talent g,

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

I reel them in, goadomes on see

But ion show no love g

Go and diss me you're history missing g

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit