This is a song about "Aiden my grandson"

'til my grandmama told on her grandson

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

The old man stared into the eyes of his grandson

Hard to move on when you always regret one

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But you don't have a chance