This is a song about "500 g"

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

It was just another party

But apparently its talent g,

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

500 miles push on the disc brake

Trying to be a cool g

Do you think i'm crazy

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

G stands for g.a.y not genius

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/