This is a song about "My grandad"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My streaks my testament.

Put the purp in the blunt

Yeah bitch this date's done

My words are my rhythm

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route