This is a song about "Agent g is a hoe"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

It's a rife which is a badder hoe than yo' wife yours nice but i'm a beggar

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

A demon that feeds of my inner g

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

With a fronted silent g.

On they twitter writing novels, see

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

You haven't flowered loco