This is a song about "My g s"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

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