This is a song about "G strings"

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But apparently its talent g,

I'm pulling all the strings, son, you feel the tension

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

G stands for g.a.y not genius

Don’t you be holding back, your love

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience