This is a song about "My grandma"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

God mc oh my god you gotta see

These my rhymes and my story

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

He’s tha only one

Grab my knife and my gun

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say