This is a song about "G eazy"

Plottin' don’t even worry

I'm a grade a o g

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Phoney all truthless thinks he's eazy ruthless

What them tippers don't see

On hip hop and grime my g,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Trying to be a cool g

Bitch, they call it motor city

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

You be get up on this fly shit baby

When you strive for perfection

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim