This is a song about "G fly"

They say nothings ever free

Trying to be a cool g

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

We call each other homie g,

But ion show no love g

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,

The good kid from the ugly city

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

In every bird i see fly

You know i want a piece of that pie

Step back and watch me fly

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Who's that looking so fly?

That got your mother high