This is a song about "G stacks"

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

I'm a grade a o g

They say nothings ever free

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Now that am no longer b i g

With a fronted silent g.

I’m tryna be low key