This is a song about "My grandpa"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Shit with our whole family

These my rhymes and my story

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This is my original, my validation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin