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

That's why i'm makin' money

I'm a grade a o g

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Trying to be a cool g

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

A demon that feeds of my inner g

They gotta point em out baby

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

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

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you