This is a song about "Grandma betsie"

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

My grandma said, "i can't believe you went out there to studda, you dumb fuck

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

So beat me to the bone