This is a song about "Grief"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

He who bows the knee, shall be brought down to grief/

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

While i'm instilled with the grief of explosions

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

Grandfather replied with a sigh of grief

Though i recite it like it lucifer's loose leaf

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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