This is a song about "My g s"

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

But ion show no love g

And losin all his money

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

On hip hop and grime my g,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Like a male version of lauryn hill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still