This is a song about "Cant imagine my grandma dying"

And all women who had light features, see

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

My grandma said, "i can't believe you went out there to studda, you dumb fuck

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Can't imagine nothing else when i'm with you, except how your eyes brighten up my day

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Be if you were still here and chose to repeat dying for me if only i can imagine

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb