This is a song about "Skate g"

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

With a fronted silent g.

But i think i like that, just maybe

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

I mean the game been dry

Just me trying to skate by

I'm a grade a o g

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But they can't do nothing to a g/

At an extremly alarming rate

Cuz i hang with people that skate

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

You under me what's your color g?