This is a song about "Boxy g"

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

You under me what's your color g?

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Now that am no longer b i g

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

And my kick game beyond crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

But they can't do nothing to a g/

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and