This is a song about "Grandma"

Barely hangin on while grandma tell ya yu dnt ever ever fail her,

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

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

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

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

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

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

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play