This is a song about "Grandma"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Gotta handle your own

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Used to call me the african don dada

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.