This is a song about "Do gs"

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

You gotta' do what you gotta' do

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's

I put that shit on my man

All these fake gs can go scram

Governments could do way more than they do

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Do you.and come out the ass do do

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Why do i gotta do what i gotta do?

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

So what we turn up, you know we the realest g's