This is a song about "Clutch factor"

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

My mama smoked so god damn much

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Trying to give them light and a message

I wish i could just be there in your clutch

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

Throw another body underneath our clutch like imus/

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts