This is a song about "Grandad"

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

If word gets out, i'll never see my aunt again

The situation was vague, but it was so that my aunt has done her business and came

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I used to think that was the shit until i saw the fresh prince

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

King's being beheaded by the prince with instances of sentences

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop