This is a song about "Grief"

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Grandfather replied with a sigh of grief

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Let the grief itself die.

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

It's nothing but lies tied side by side to grief

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Like i haven't suffered enough for my grief/

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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