This is a song about "The grudge"

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

But its no need to hold a grudge or judge because they didn't budge

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I hold no grudge, but i’m smart, savvy and had to say this

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I, have never been one to hold a grudge

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Test and beef with me you best believe i'll get the grudge settled

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Saw the bombs on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines