This is a song about "Grandpa s"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

S on my chest like a superman vest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I turned into something they never became

Bad, just like an 80's car

I guzzle up at the bar