This is a song about "Grandma ass"

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Your life is a product of trash

Big tits and a big ass

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

I was gonna write you a poem today

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

Just put your hand on the glass

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

Like im a grandma knitting these rhymes with no caution and effortless

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

Completely your fault dumb ass

So chase the air hide your stash