This is a song about "Grab me"

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Fine dine and sin, grab ya vitamins

I never fit in with them light skins

Grab your drinks, lets have fun

I don't trust no one

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

As i light one for ill will

Here's the pensive, grab a pencil

Grab my knife and my gun

Yeah bitch this date's done