This is a song about "Gam"

You can feel my dick on your leg five feet beside you,

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

Since knee high, i see lies, and here i'm deranged

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect

No make-up or accessories, all of god's children are perfect,