This is a song about "A grandma"

Its gonna be a a test

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Coroners comfort your mama

Yup you got a lot a

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Barely hangin on while grandma tell ya yu dnt ever ever fail her,

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin