This is a song about "Your grampa"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh