This is a song about "Your grampa"

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

Damn is your mattress dry

Your gonna gratify