This is a song about "Your the g"

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

You can still see heaven but not the one for a g

Of the vhs especially during sex baby