This is a song about "Your grampa"

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Your gonna gratify

Thuggin' till the day i die

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Trying to renovate the game

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Little light in the ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six