This is a song about "Your the g"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Took the g out your waffle, all you got left is your ego

We might be back in this baby

You under me what's your color g?

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

But i'm back, g, makin' the game reek of cat pee.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

You see i promised that i'd never change

I'm a g; like the letter before h