This is a song about "You aint no g"

And you aint got no breasts

I like rollin' with friends

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

You aint no eminem, keep dreaming on kid

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Boy, hasnt anyone told that you aint worth shit, no prolly not

So you no i aint tired

The concept is so absurd

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag