This is a song about "Claw"

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

Claw out your eyes with a spatula.

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

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

I love the way you scream scratch claw and fight

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight