This is a song about "Provin g wrong"

But apparently its talent g,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Third ward general, young cash money

On hip hop and grime my g,

We might be back in this baby

Bored, broken but back on track. its what i'm provin' with rap.

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Cause some of you bitches funny

With a fronted silent g.

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

But they can't do nothing to a g/

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt