This is a song about "Wazi g"

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You under me what's your color g?

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm a grade a o g

I be gettin' money

On hip hop and grime my g,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

But apparently its talent g,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,