This is a song about "Grandad you gone"

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

I wish i can send you a tape after your gone

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I know you will never be gone

You just gotta be strong

After that you're gone, everything you do's worthless

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Yeah i know we never got to meet

You hating you gone get that heat

December 4th a star was born

Nah they aint you//now that you gone

Nigga you must of gone nuts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Tears that our fore fathers cry

You gone take care of my