This is a song about "Or nab"

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips

Emotional or physically

I reel them in, goadomes on see

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Welcome to cypher, choose life or, the knife or, her,

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,