This is a song about "Grandad s death"

I shed so many tears

What you getting is death

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The outline which you n****s out dated

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

If only i could go back into the 80’s