This is a song about "David g"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

But apparently its talent g,

Please boo what's your size crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,

But they can't do nothing to a g/

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

Now that am no longer b i g

This is like riding through the city

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I was wondering maybe