This is a song about "Gov t"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Look it something they can't ever see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Some old bitch that we did before

You don;t thin anymore