This is a song about "Miss g and mr t"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

On hip hop and grime my g,

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

You don't mean that, you faggot

No swing and a miss shit,

The highest tightest and whitest mr. vanilla, no enigma, full of charisma

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

They giving pounds and that before get the money