This is a song about "My grandad"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.