This is a song about "Your grandparent"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Bring your pen and your weed stash

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Your on fire.. your on fire

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Your gonna gratify

I mean the game been dry