This is a song about "My dead grandad"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

All my friends dead,and so much bodies left

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Cuz once the world gets on my ass i’ll be dead,

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Holla out my set

Even when my dreams are dead

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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