This is a song about "I m a g"

I'm a grade a o g

Fuck fame, fuck money

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

You see now that nigga lonely

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

With a fronted silent g.

And now that i’m getting money

Anthropology's none to incisions i live in your history, four fifths of a g,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see