This is a song about "Real muthafucking g s"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Go and diss me you're history missing g

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Trying to be a cool g

And my kick game beyond crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit