This is a song about "My granma"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My streaks my testament.

See me with a husband

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Shit with our whole family

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

This is my original, my validation

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one