This is a song about "Grandpa sweaters"

Wasn't long 'for she found herself at home in his sweaters,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

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

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

These fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in alaska

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down

Tearing your sweaters and necklaces, cause i'm an expert at recklessness

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush