This is a song about "G hovah"

Trying to be a cool g

Could i make you my baby

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

With a fronted silent g.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But they can't do nothing to a g/

A demon that feeds of my inner g

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

You under me what's your color g?

You see now that nigga lonely

On hip hop and grime my g,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see