This is a song about "Your grandparent"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

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

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh