This is a song about "My grandpa"

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Something wicked this way come

My words are my rhythm

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener