This is a song about "Your grampa"

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Floor seats at that wizards game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Been spending most our lives

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,