This is a song about "Your the g"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

This aint youre fight don't compete, unless your plots to get shot by a g

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

As your family dies, and my family rise

Find the g spot even when the clit tight/

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Worked up from the very bottom now i'm fucking g/

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free