This is a song about "Dying grandma"

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Gangstas dying from day to day

So they taught me to spray

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

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

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

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

I want to feel her in every way

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