This is a song about "M g"

But apparently its talent g,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I'm a grade a o g

If you ain't about money

Leave the scene m rated

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

We call each other homie g,

Knowing you can no longer party

But ion show no love g

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Trying to be a cool g