This is a song about "Your grampa"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Floor seats at that wizards game

Your gonna gratify

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good