This is a song about "Wazi g"

But apparently its talent g,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

You under me what's your color g?

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

We call each other homie g,