This is a song about "Grandpa s"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

And you are not around like black fathers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get