This is a song about "G money signs"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

I'm a grade a o g

My lady, my baby

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Where i from, it get cold

Signs of you getting smoked

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.