This is a song about "Your grampa"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Then lost my faith again

Huh, a metaphor of course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

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

All the bitches know my name

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

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

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit