This is a song about "Grumpy rhys"

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Aww don't be grumpy / you "fans" think like you accomplished something

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I'll have your grumpy ass refrigerated,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

You may think i'm obliterated i'll have your grumpy ass refrigerated,

My ass got sulky n' grumpy

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