This is a song about "Stacking g s"

I'm a grade a o g

Cause you love me, call me daddy

On hip hop and grime my g,

Third ward general, young cash money

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Together all the timethought it was true love

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

With a fronted silent g.

It's obvious i'm crazy