This is a song about "Mrs g"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Chillin' with homies and family

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

I'm a grade a o g

Could i make you my baby

But ion show no love g

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

But apparently its talent g,

Malia family, we the family

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Summertime in the city