This is a song about "Grams"

What we gotta do to survive

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

You wont catch me shifting grams

Girl, you got me in a trance

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real