This is a song about "We are real g s"

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Summertime in the city

We call each other homie g,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Real g when i'm spitting bars

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Loreal make up i mean are you for real