This is a song about "Your grampa"

Of impactful things one can ask for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

All the bitches know my name

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?