This is a song about "Grief"

Grandfather replied with a sigh of grief

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Like i haven't suffered enough for my grief/

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

While i'm instilled with the grief of explosions

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe

Spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss