This is a song about "Little lexie g"

If you ain't about money

Now that am no longer b i 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

And lexie basically threw you in her mouth and chomped you

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

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Thirsty for lexie and glasses bet you didn't know i was a problem solver and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

But ion show no love g

To them it's just a story

Lexie lookin at the blueprint like "yes!! another a!"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

But am i less holy

Trying to be a cool g