This is a song about "Grandpa sweaters"

And wear it proud, we roll tight like sweaters

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

These fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in alaska