This is a song about "Reaper guns"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Scary like the grim reaper,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

This a different motor man better go to work

My shit is interstellar; reaper, no shephard

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Mad dreamer, you better fear me like im the grim reaper.