This is a song about "Dollar nigga g wagon"

A demon that feeds of my inner g

A military mind mean money

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

The sight of great makes you cower in shame and get on a wagon

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

With a fronted silent g.

Yeah, it's all natural baby

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Im spittin flame like a dragon, make you cower in shame, get on a wagon