This is a song about "Scotty g"

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I've spent more nights tripping, then fans of scotty pippin

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

But apparently its talent g,

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

You under me what's your color g?

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

A demon that feeds of my inner g

It's no longer a new jack city