This is a song about "Double g s"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Go and diss me you're history missing g

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

And double to triple

I don't need no single

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

With a fronted silent g.

If you ain't about money

I'm just trying to make my dollars double//

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Movin from single to double