This is a song about "Fragile grandma"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Life is so fragile with all of these sins.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

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

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

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

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

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Be shy when we're all alone