This is a song about "Grammar"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Delivery and grammar,

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

For all you that say my grammar sucks