This is a song about "Loosing my granma"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Its been 2 years now, i think im loosing my time

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Loosing my vision, now i wish i'd never gone fishing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

But you was loosing money you was gonna get broke

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------