This is a song about "G strings"

Lyrics i hurl and swing with no strings attached

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Trying to be a cool g

Or you'll drive me crazy

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I’m a hustla, baby

I'm a grade a o g

We call each other homie g,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money