This is a song about "My grandma"

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And they can't see the tragedy

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

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My grandma said, "i can't believe you went out there to studda, you dumb fuck

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup