This is a song about "Clutch factor"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

I wish i could just be there in your clutch

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

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Throw another body underneath our clutch like imus/

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to

My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Ill hit ya with rhymes that matter another factor laughter chitter chatter after