This is a song about "Couple g"

To grab a couple knives

Before we see it's hard to live

On hip hop and grime my g,

Knowing you can no longer party

It ain't hard to make money

I'm a grade a o g

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

But they can't do nothing to a g/

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

And losin all his money

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Third ward general, young cash money