This is a song about "Sammy g"

You see now that nigga lonely

Now that am no longer b i g

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Than the muse of a family

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

But ion show no love g

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

We call each other homie g,

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

So now she picks up the gun

G stands for g.a.y not genius

She can make a pimp fall in love