This is a song about "My pet grandad"

Grab my knife and my gun

And i listen to common

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Youll need your mother right by your side, youre my pet

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Sit back, kick your feet up, find a cat and pet her

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/