This is a song about "My g"

Don't worry bout a thang baby

But apparently its talent g,

Plottin' don’t even worry

Now that am no longer b i g

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

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

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