This is a song about "What up g"

We call each other homie g,

Do you think i'm crazy

I'm a grade a o g

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

But ion show no love g

No it ain't easy

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Go and diss me you're history missing g

He won't sit down, given the crown

It's like what comes up must down

Dc, man over money

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Ask me what i'm drinking pour it up