This is a song about "Young g"

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

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

Where you belong with your family

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

If you ain't about money

But five years from now i bet she see

On hip hop and grime my g,

This is like riding through the city

But they can't do nothing to a g/

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

You under me what's your color g?

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby