This is a song about "For my grandmother"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Crowned for my girth now my haters livid

My talents for far too long

I walked up and asked what's wrong

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

People take my kindness for weakness

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I am known for my mystery

I pray for my family

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

This is to my unborn child

I'm still looking for my mind

I got my crown for this

And i can't help but notice