This is a song about "Your the g"

That's the way, you can move it baby

You under me what's your color g?

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

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

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Anthropology's none to incisions i live in your history, four fifths of a g,