This is a song about "Grammar mistakes"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

And i ain't frontin for her

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

Delivery and grammar,

What is hittin' for

My home girl told me i got an issue

Sometimes everybody around just mistakes you

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

You made mistakes tryna hit the brakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

It's more, it's a game with no mistakes,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

As i open fire on you with no misfire or mistakes