This is a song about "G string"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

But apparently its talent g,

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

But they can't do nothing to a g/

They gotta point em out baby

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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

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

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

With a fronted silent g.

But five years from now i bet she see

But ion show no love g

Could i make you my baby