This is a song about "Whiteboy g"

We call each other homie g,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

They gotta point em out baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I'm a grade a o g

Could i make you my baby

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

So while the world goes drake crazy

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

But apparently its talent g,

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

But they can't do nothing to a g/

But five years from now i bet she see