This is a song about "My grandmother"

These my rhymes and my story

I’m tryna be low key

And not a single feature except lil wayne

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Inferior, but i'm nice

See my pain through my eyes,

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

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

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you