This is a song about "Your grampa"

I can make it rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Your on fire.. your on fire

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

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

Saying they this and that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Together all the timethought it was true love