This is a song about "Anything g"

But apparently its talent g,

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I swear they think i'm crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

I'm capable of anything

The time is now, on everything

They say nothings ever free

I'm a grade a o g