This is a song about "G string"

Go and diss me you're history missing g

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I delete they history

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Trying to be a cool g

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Don't worry bout a thang baby

We call each other homie g,