This is a song about "Grams and kilograms"

The drug that they brain need

And kill yourself and your clique

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

Living young and wild and free

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

If our love was cocaine you gave me kilos i gave you zero point eight grams

Call it mgkmind gone, don’t fuck with mecountin’ dorms in the middle east38, silence of the lambs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

And remember what i said and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks