This is a song about "Grab me"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Plus out ak, grab that az, the kp cb nothing phase me

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

I wanna grab the hatchet, find me in the casket

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

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fine dine and sin, grab ya vitamins

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Lyrics crazy, this a power grab

You, you, you have to pay for that

Grab the scissors and saws and

This how i hear it different