This is a song about "Grab me"

I went to grab my gun, that's when her ass put it on me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Happening? grab my backpack and turn to sprint...

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Here's the pensive, grab a pencil

Ha, running rebel on another level

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Yeah you all ain't half as nice as me when i grab the mic,

Nigga said just grab, another instrumental

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Better grab your mortal kombat handbook

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I have switchin every minute lookin for a throat to grab.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Sometimes too dramatic for me to grab it's tip.