This is a song about "Hit you with g shit"

I'm tryna hit you with nothing but lyrical precision now let me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

But reality shows ain't real

Keep messing hit you with that steel

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

With a fronted silent g.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Hey there bitch when i come with the shit you call out a hit

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

And believe i've been hit with shit