This is a song about "U know me im the g"

And u know that im patient

The former, position of a pimp

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Knowing you can no longer party

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

U kids can touch me im walkin in a cloak/

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And she fucking me cuz im a fucking g

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I know u are better than me to rap

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

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

If disagree then piss on me but you're the epiphany you little g

He just don't know the rap (g), please tell him, who is carl c, tell him not to miss with me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city