This is a song about "My grandpa"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps

My words are my rhythm

Tryna find the one

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is my original, my validation

And my niggas all the same

My cash effected, my brain insane,