This is a song about "My dead grandad who i barely kne"

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

I can barely hear, let alone breathe.

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

The drama i could barely bare it

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I barely can see throw my hazy shades, wish i had good grades

I could barely write these songs

Black fours red drop head doors

Am i coming or going? i can barely decide

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Evils within but i thrive implying you will barely survive

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I could barely right my wrongs