This is a song about "G flex"

On hip hop and grime my g,

Dc, man over money

We call each other homie g,

Mama made her pretty

Than the muse of a family

Now that am no longer b i g

But ion show no love g

My lady, my baby

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Flex rapping like im hard as shit

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

But they can't do nothing to a g/

You should see my chest wen i fukn flex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

But make sure if they do see

Trying to be a cool g