This is a song about "My dead grandma who was like a mum to me"

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Walk that body, talk that body

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks