This is a song about "My nan"

So now she picks up the gun

My words are my rhythm

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

If i don't make that man there dance

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They say nothings ever free

My own unknown is my enemy,

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

These my rhymes and my story

Let me rideuntil i get free