This is a song about "G word"

Creyente, believer in gods word

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

With a fronted silent g.

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

High heel wearer, hell of a body

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Took my heart away from money

But they can't do nothing to a g/