This is a song about "My dead gradma"

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

My phone isn't dead cause i can hear it beeping

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade