This is a song about "Grams"

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Quietly becoming a top tier

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

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

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

You wont catch me shifting grams

She do it with no hands

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats