This is a song about "I m g dobble o d"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

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

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I drop o after o of the loud,

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Now that am no longer b i g

Once as a slave who imagined being free