This is a song about "Your the g"

She don't really care about anyone advice

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

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

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

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I'm a g; like the letter before h

That k o d a lil bit of change

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours