This is a song about "Moelested by grandma"

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

Ur body lookin when i walk by

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Barely hangin on while grandma tell ya yu dnt ever ever fail her,

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Spread by mosquitoes perhaps spread by a needle

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Musician by heart , instrumentalist by nature