This is a song about "Grimm reaper"

That damier bag i bought her

Scary like the grim reaper,

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

She got a face to die for talking grim reaper

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

The grim reaper took him and now he's a sleeper

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

And there's little to be glad for

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for