This is a song about "Reaper"

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

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Or perhaps samantha, cause last time she pissed me off i turned into the grim reaper,

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

I never use a fork i always spoon her

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I thought i recognized her

Man, i'm like a reaper

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shit is interstellar; reaper, no shephard

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then