This is a song about "Your the g"

He say, she say." oh my god

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

Live off my lie and my lullaby

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

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Used to find dope in his coat

Always stay true stick to the g code

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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