This is a song about "My grandad killing himself"

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Im steady killing with a heavy metal melody as my theme song,

We be in the party like we own that bar

Thought i was killing shit when my game was just at par

I thank my family and god himself

I can taste the salt from my tears

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.

And all women who had light features, see

With my mind, so i dont end up on a killing spree

His story will be a reminder to himself

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,