This is a song about "My granma"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

Know it good when she go no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

See, i'm second to no one

Grab my knife and my gun

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time