This is a song about "Your grampa"

Not me, i bet you remember the night

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

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Then lost my faith again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

150 on my chain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh