This is a song about "My g s"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

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

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

That's why i'm makin' money

On hip hop and grime my g,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Trying to be a cool g

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

With a fronted silent g.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

A demon that feeds of my inner g