This is a song about "Grim"

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Lies, tangled with fiction

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Writers block, quiet a shock man its basically grim

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

'coz if you do your future is quite grim

Hymn drifting to a grim sibling

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Dive in... i cooked this specially for you grim,

But im a well of inspiration