This is a song about "Grammar"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

She should have invited her

Delivery and grammar,

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

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Of propaganda so i ready myself to pop this grammar,

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Alicia keys needs to improve her grammar