This is a song about "G easy"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Clap two times if you drunk

A military mind mean money

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Oops, i'm so sorry

With a fronted silent g.

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I get jealous easy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Rapping ain't always this easy

It's hard but life ain't easy

I’m tryna be low key