This is a song about "G spot"

But whatever, you hit on the spot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Got yo girl in the spot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

But who am i to ask, it ain't my spot

You see him as a god

Since i put you on the spot

Skills for the second spot

Cause i break it out a lot

Bring the keys, oh my god

I could get you shot, on the spot

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Yeah, it's all natural baby