This is a song about "Grandpa dyed in the army"

Grandpa. i remember grandpa. we turned his life support off like a camera.

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

Televised everywhere i dyed and remember

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,