This is a song about "Happy birthday grandma"

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

Put my number in your phone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

It makes me happy uh..

You're fucking with me, nigga

Your birthday and anniversary

On they twitter writing novels, see

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

I need money in a major way

Pretty happy with where i live

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today