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

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

European model white bitch is eating donuts

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

My spirits dead, like who killed all of the bishops?

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Like you were a stillborn baby who was still born