This is a song about "What up g"

Cause everytime you come around

It's like what comes up must down

Stand up for what you belive in

We pray while we prey on competition

We call each other homie g,

But am i less holy

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

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

But apparently its talent g,

I delete they history

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do

What goes up must come down

They can’t even come around