This is a song about "Realest g"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

And if i do go you better come through

Im the realest here, who the hell are you

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

100 to the top yeah you know the realest soar,

I need to spit the realest shit to make up for inflation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g