This is a song about "My nan"

Take your nan for an instance

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

These my rhymes and my story

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My own unknown is my enemy,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

My words are my rhythm

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She forget about her husband