This is a song about "My grandma"

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

What them tippers don't see

These my rhymes and my story

All the girls really want is fun

Grab my knife and my gun

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

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Barely hangin on while grandma tell ya yu dnt ever ever fail her,