This is a song about "Grams"

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

You wont catch me shifting grams

Man it’s the killer tracks

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

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

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama