This is a song about "Dead grandma"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

Like im a grandma knitting these rhymes with no caution and effortless

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

So beat me to the bone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Smack another person dead

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma