This is a song about "Grandpa sweaters"

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

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

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down

He won't sit down, given the crown

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And wear it proud, we roll tight like sweaters

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin