This is a song about "Melo g"

You under me what's your color g?

It's a battlejust for tha big money

We call each other homie g,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Took my heart away from money

Trying to be a cool g

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Could i make you my baby

I can always depend on my mama

Is smoking dro too for some melo-drama