This is a song about "Grim"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

Riding around without a fuck given

This time the grim reaper really won,

This is takeover meets ether

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

'coz if you do your future is quite grim

When you ain't got no education

From the back seat, back seat

Go 'head and meet the grim reap

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

Mad dreamer, you better fear me like im the grim reaper.