This is a song about "Real niggas g s"

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Dope phonics, them niggas real

I don't gotta be here