This is a song about "Real g s"

The good kid from the ugly city

Trying to be a cool g

On hip hop and grime my g,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Yeah, it's all natural baby

I'm a grade a o g

But apparently its talent g,

Lets come up to my city

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,