This is a song about "Grannys carrying watermelons then smashing them into their skulls and getting a concusion and dying"

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I'll take a fucking ax to their head and then use it all careless

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

Carrying in a little pouch his friend walked over and sat down next to him on the

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Then write em' down and study them

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Center of their scull and watchem fall into their own pool a blood while

And a clown is invited so he can take children into bedrooms and make them frown,

I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down