This is a song about "Top corner my g"

Trying to catch me riding dirty

On hip hop and grime my g,

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Than the muse of a family

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

I gotta know if it's real or not

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot