This is a song about "Yo g"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Must be something you want me to see

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

But they can't do nothing to a g/

A military mind mean money

We call each other homie g,

They say i talk like im god body

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Trying to be a cool g

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

But they can't do nothing to a g/

And mine somewhere bout mars

Real g when i'm spitting bars