This is a song about "Little lexie g"

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

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

We call each other homie g,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

And lexie basically threw you in her mouth and chomped you

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

But they can't do nothing to a g/

They gotta point em out baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

If disagree then piss on me but you're the epiphany you little g

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Like lexie, man i might have gone easy despite my slight fight, but shit, then/