This is a song about "Claw"

Claw out your eyes with a spatula.

Coroners comfort your mama

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

A falcon who'll get her taloned claw caught up in/

Knowing nothing but to chew, scratch, 'n claw,

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

I love the way you scream scratch claw and fight

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried