This is a song about "G kill fs"

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Once as a slave who imagined being free

With a fronted silent g.

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

On hip hop and grime my g,

Plottin' don’t even worry