This is a song about "Limited g"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Lets come up to my city

I'm a grade a o g

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Go and diss me you're history missing g

On hip hop and grime my g,

We got money to go get baby

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

You can't blame me for that, my aspergers made me limited/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm on the run from destiny, limited rhapsody

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/