This is a song about "A grater"

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

I heard a bump and a little shake, a lot of noise.

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

What is a relationship but a wasted trip on a plated ship

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Any thing to say a a a a a a

I try to tell them i'm one of the

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Just a warning not a threat

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red