This is a song about "Nate g"

I came up hungry

On hip hop and grime my g,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

A demon that feeds of my inner g

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

With a fronted silent g.

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

I'm a grade a o g

Plottin' don’t even worry