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

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Connections clear to me like i was facing my mortality

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.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

My mum said all he did for her was "take my virginity"

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Like you were a stillborn baby who was still born

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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