This is a song about "To a g"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

This aint youre fight don't compete, unless your plots to get shot by a g

Third ward general, young cash money

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

As i seenobody cares about my history

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

I just want somebody i can see

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Anthropology's none to incisions i live in your history, four fifths of a g,

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Always stay true stick to the g code

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm a grade a o g

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"