This is a song about "Reaper"

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

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

The reaper, the act i should leader,

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

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

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

You are the flawless creature

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

Let's put it on cruise control

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper