This is a song about "Grabbing"

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

I'm seeing hell but not before grabbing a piece of heaven too

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Stop grabbing a mic,everytime your stage is set

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

Grabbing a few cans with the lads nothing could be better

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater