This is a song about "Grieve"

Rideright back to the movies

Yet now it is for your graces we grieve...

Now yu alone cuz she gone, no time to grieve or mourn,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Rat n im arrested, snitch yull receive a disease fucked n grieve hiv rubber please?

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Cause there could never be peace

And i couldn't even grieve,