This is a song about "Grandma white"

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

And you're approaching me right

Yeah my skin color is white,

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Parallel on the other side

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Always on some new shit cnn

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

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

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a