This is a song about "Grievance"

You'd suppose you're deceased, cause i grieve like a grievance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ate my fucking girlfriend coz i was hungry for grievance,

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings