This is a song about "Grams"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

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

You wont catch me shifting grams

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

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

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts