This is a song about "Grim patron"

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Smoother than patron taste, my mind is in its own place

I am my inspiration

All of a sudden i looked grim

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

'coz if you do your future is quite grim

So if it comes down, may the best man win

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

The grim reaper, universal peace seeker, the peacekeeper,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

My outlook on life has grown rather grim.

First off congratulations on the win

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet