This is a song about "Grams and kilograms"

I was born to do the damn thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

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

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Grab the scissors and saws and

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,