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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

And then comes their downfall.

I ain't happy with the score

Them to the pigs while their alive and hang them by leads

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

The life, and the way! go into the unknown and make it more then a cliche!

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

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

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