This is a song about "Chef g"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I swear they think i'm crazy

I'm a grade a o g

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

G stands for g.a.y not genius

I think found where your mind was

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

But apparently its talent g,