This is a song about "The realest fucking g"

I'm a g; like the letter before h

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Always stay true stick to the g code

You can still see heaven but not the one for a g

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

100 to the top yeah you know the realest soar,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I keep it the realest stay hotter than a fever

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

This the realest pain shit, dames and manes with discerning taste hit

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money