This is a song about "Vad grammar"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Delivery and grammar,

You know...you know who you are

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Alicia keys needs to improve her grammar

If you talkin' dolla billaz then money is in my grammar

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer