This is a song about "Grim patron"

This time the grim reaper really won,

I'm caged up in state prison

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Hope he gets better but its lookin grim

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Go 'head and meet the grim reap

And i ain't frontin for her

Scary like the grim reaper,

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

When you strive for perfection