This is a song about "Your grandma died don t be saf"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

So pay the cost to be the boss or pay the don respect

Rappin every word in my vocabulary whis is so imaginary cause i'm makin it true

U got one more chance to repent to forget your sins and worship who died and persecuted for you

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for