This is a song about "My granddad"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

These my rhymes and my story

When i came in like your granddad, with a handbag full of abstract rap crap.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This is my original, my validation

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

That is my wish, my fantasy.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Dissecting my specimen

Shit, we don't believe none of them