This is a song about "You best fear the reaper"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Face it, i speak the truth, you know you fear it/

Let's put it on cruise control

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

But if its war you want, then i wish you the best

But you can't hide from this grim reaper

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

You can start calling me the best

Carol city or was it the west

That happen to act like a black president

Until you realise that shit was the best,

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Be yourself,be who you are,the grim reaper are out now *roar*