This is a song about "My sick granny"

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Make room for the groom married to his music

These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

,and send you crying like a kid,back to ya granny

But am sick in love and your my medication

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

I'll make a beatnik sick with my ill flow

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick