This is a song about "Grieve"

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

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

Tina perm your fucking weave

And i couldn't even grieve,

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

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