This is a song about "My granpa"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These my rhymes and my story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

And last but not least please don't tell no one

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You know...you know who you are

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

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