This is a song about "Grandma ass"

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

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

That are targeted at your ass.

Baby, you got that super bass

Got my foot on the gas

While i rise take your ass

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

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

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

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

So you can kiss my ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash