This is a song about "Same old gee"

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But how the fuck did you become a gee

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These wack bitches getting old

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To the same plant, and the same pants

But i still feel the same

Then lost her faith again

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

Then those bitches who grew old.

All this paper i fold

Coz i smoke just like real gee

Bitch, i might make you my baby