This is a song about "Evan g is a faget"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Yeah, it's all natural baby

A demon that feeds of my inner g

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

But they can't do nothing to a g/