This is a song about "The real g"

But i'm back, g, makin' the game reek of cat pee.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Real g when i'm spitting bars

So she kisses the stars

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

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

Worked up from the very bottom now i'm fucking g/

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money