This is a song about "Our nan"

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Watch over our trendy seeds

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Their failure's our shame

Grown men in this game

Waterspoutin our despicable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

Celebrated , there we put our

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

Played our beats on the streets

Tryna kill my dreams