This is a song about "Karolek my g"

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

High heel wearer, hell of a body

But ion show no love g

But apparently its talent g,

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

But they can't do nothing to a g/

20 racks really thats sneaker money

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably