This is a song about "I m talking to my grandma miss you"

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Oh i miss you to much

I ain't gone judge

If you aint talking money bitch don't step up to my property

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Chorus: i really miss you girl, this is my struggle.

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

And i know that your supply

I´m so high, my shoes so fly