This is a song about "The real g"

She gotta hold her head up high

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

Be shy when we're all alone

Becoming someone you don't recognize

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Malia family, we the family

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

To knock the hustle for real

Leave your inhibitions here

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Ghost in the hook so real

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack