This is a song about "It g ma"

Ma raps ma ya go blind

To my unborn child

They say nothings ever free

We call each other homie g,

Spit it i'm so #crazy, hey g, what you up too #lately

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Then get out your seat and jump around

Laying it down playing ma sound

I'm a grade a o g

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

But apparently its talent g,

Cause all i want is you, baby

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Bad mouthing people,it was ma' illness. spreadin' rumors,they can't keep the stillness.