This is a song about "Being the grim reaper"

The grim reaper took him and now his a sleeper

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

It's the rise of the reaper, the one that always knows.

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands