This is a song about "Whiteboy g"

But they can't do nothing to a g/

20 racks really thats sneaker money

G stands for g.a.y not genius

Trying to get back to this thing called love

We call each other homie g,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

You under me what's your color g?

Than the muse of a family

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Cause some of you bitches funny

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

But apparently its talent g,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three