This is a song about "Expecting a baby g rating"

I'm a grade a o g

And its simple as that baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Trying to be a cool g

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But they can't do nothing to a g/

On they twitter writing novels, see

Parents treat me like a baby

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

It was just another party

With a fronted silent g.