This is a song about "You ain t a real g"

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Probably makin up stories so you seem like a g

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Trying to be a cool g