This is a song about "My g s"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

I'm wicked so my image makes me snoop d o g

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Malia family, we the family

A demon that feeds of my inner g