This is a song about "Your grandma"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I got that goodman game

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

See dog? rap is my aim