This is a song about "Gran"

Dont need a record deal ,to win a grammy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

And it rules everything around them

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

So don't follow me home

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Mother, o my mother

Going broke, no sir

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

Youre posted where its one star, somewhere very very far

My grandma said, "i can't believe you went out there to studda, you dumb fuck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Now i gotta fuck your mother