This is a song about "Going to grandmas"

I aint going to try to play criminal

Of finding myself as an individual

Dreamin on a lullaby

I ain't going to lie,

Relax, i ain't going back to that now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Going to nyc from long island

And bijies like im out and

Then you're going to prison i bet you/

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

How are you going to survive?

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

I could keep going but im going to stop instead