This is a song about "Wet grandma"

Lifes a bitch, that why i always keep its pussy wet.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

A born starter, in the game for real

She was wet inside and out here

My flow'll strike like thunder and rain, that's why it stays wet

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

A legend have to bow, africa

I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)