This is a song about "G thang"

Don't worry bout a thang baby

We call each other homie g,

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Fuck that now trying get the money

I'm a grade a o g

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

When you pull that thang out bitches get stuck like darts

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

My lady, my baby

But ion show no love g

I delete they history

Trying to be a cool g

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang