This is a song about "Mc g money"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

To try and become the next mc

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Yo your going up against the illest mc

Take your time when you’re with me baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

You see, i'm not just your average mc

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

We call each other homie g,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Rising higher than any mc

This lyrical silencer silencing any kind if mc

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big