This is a song about "Clutch factor"

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

I wish drugs were never a factor, that wasn't my plan

Suck it up, i cuddle clutch my finger when the trigger bust

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

Sometimes i feel i can't get out of a certain cobra clutch,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I'm so uncultured/ a vulture who's clutch you better watch out for/

Searching for the scroll and key, so i clutch my rosary,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

You kids don't know me, cold clutch like kobe.

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

I wish i could just be there in your clutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage