This is a song about "My granma"

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Fuck it, i'm done

Grab my knife and my gun