This is a song about "Infinity reaper"

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Before a nigga finish put in the work

My shit is interstellar; reaper, no shephard

As i coordinate the perfect feature

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

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

I see past you placebos, watch me look into infinity,

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Scary like the grim reaper,

I thought i recognized her

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

Life’s a bitch and i feel her