This is a song about "Dying grandma"

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Giving life to dying breeds

No time to plot retreats

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Not to mention wale is on the way

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,