This is a song about "My dead grandma"

All my friends dead,and so much bodies left

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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

Well, my plans are done so put a bullet through my head, yes im dead.

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

Cause i've been doing this since pooh fucked christopher robinson

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck