This is a song about "Your nan stealing my adidas creps that were 20 pound still"

I call her, no answer

Pound your head in, thats hammer

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Confessing my stealing convenience

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

That cause me to swat your ass down like a fly, so you still gonna be a talker,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Without the sound of guns

Take your nan for an instance

That you were in my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

They were my influence to write dope,hard,emotional raps every day

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say