This is a song about "Grandma hair cuts"

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

The truth cuts through his heart feels like glass

I can get straight to the cash

Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Our children must be taught, of africa

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare