This is a song about "Grim patron"

Oh, you look like my next victim

Hope he gets better but its lookin grim

Go 'head and meet the grim reap

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Why not me the same thing

Hymn drifting to a grim sibling

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

And there's little to be glad for

When you strive for perfection

All of a sudden i looked grim

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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