This is a song about "G string"

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

That anything worth everything it takes a string of time man

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Rather sit on the side than pull every string,

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

So gon' and be my dealer baby

We call each other homie g,

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.