This is a song about "You ain t a real g nah you are lame g"

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

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

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

If disagree then piss on me but you're the epiphany you little g

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

And you say that you a g huh?

I try to tell them i'm one of the