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

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

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

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Can you really be the best?

Until the reaper comes for your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Until you realise that shit was the best,

But i can only love you when you undressed

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

You the best bride and i'm the best groom

And her smile lit up the room

You bitch, those were the best

Never ever pay rent