This is a song about "Grams"

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I can always go home and look down my street

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

You wont catch me shifting grams

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks