This is a song about "Grim patron"

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

Purp and patron can seal the deal

A born starter, in the game for real

Scary like the grim reaper,

Something worth dying for

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

I ain’t never been a dreamer

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

My outlook on life has grown rather grim.

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall