This is a song about "Grain"

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

But you've seemed to maintained every grain,

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

I dont really shakespeare

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.