This is a song about "My granpa"

Girl, i put in that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

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

Living out of bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

So keep fronting till my peeps come

My words are my rhythm

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin