This is a song about "G strings"

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

But they can't do nothing to a g/

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I be gettin' money

I'm a grade a o g

Lyrics i hurl and swing with no strings attached

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

With a fronted silent g.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three