This is a song about "I can hear my grandma voice"

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

I could do work or rejoice with my voice,

All lying ass defensive ass boys

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

But focus, its all hear, this strange voice whispering into my ear

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I can barely hear, let alone breathe.

My mind recieves everything i hear,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Heard my voice just thought i was that high

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

But i heard my mother's voice so i hoisted my fist.

With a note there and im thinking of reading

I can hear your heart over beating