This is a song about "My grandpa dieing"

Young'n in the fader like laundry

These my rhymes and my story

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.

Think fast, fast women

Grab my knife and my gun

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Young ones dieing, now thats just sad to see

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Picture a place that they exist, together

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