This is a song about "Remi g"

Mama made her pretty

With a fronted silent g.

But apparently its talent g,

Chillin' with homies and family

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Must be something you want me to see

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

G stands for g.a.y not genius

See boy she been in love

On hip hop and grime my g,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,