This is a song about "I and g"

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

They try to be so nice to me so i can be a kinder g.

Like d. lector and g-mo i got a potty mouth

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

But five years from now i bet she see

Go and diss me you're history missing g

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song