This is a song about "Dollar nigga g wagon"

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

With a fronted silent g.

I'd done stacked many

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Walk that body, talk that body

They don't care for you, they want a quick dollar,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

But they can't do nothing to a g/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and