This is a song about "Provin g wrong"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

While i'm making history

We call each other homie g,

Hopin' that my niggas see

I'm a grade a o g

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

On hip hop and grime my g,

I know my daddy gone

I knew there was something wrong.

But they can't do nothing to a g/

She going to borrow some money

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Don't worry bout a thang baby