This is a song about "Spunky grandma"

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Like im a grandma knitting these rhymes with no caution and effortless

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

My grandma said, "i can't believe you went out there to studda, you dumb fuck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Then some lady named billie holiday

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

Our history that they stole, africa

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn