This is a song about "Smoking crack with tha real g niggas"

God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g

I just want somebody i can see

With a fronted silent g.

Cause time is money

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

No wussy niggas allowed while i'm smoking on this loud

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,