This is a song about "G fuel"

On hip hop and grime my g,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

But ion show no love g

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Now that am no longer b i g

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We call each other homie g,