This is a song about "G string"

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

But apparently its talent g,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

That anything worth everything it takes a string of time man

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan