This is a song about "Im a rap reaper from hell niggas slicr you up and swallow your soul"

Let's put it on cruise control

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Separate your body and soul and schedule you a time with the heavens

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

You other niggas think this shits a game, hell yahtry to dirty up my name

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Your soul already gave up, it knows this a no show

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper