This is a song about "Your nan"

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,