This is a song about "Grief and loss"

This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Alcohol and booty calls

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Little kids are at a loss

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Nobody remembered me, they just held on to there grief,

No grief into these words

Shout out bobby on hundreds