This is a song about "Grabbing on"

They pick on him and step on him

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

I'm an artist who's paying dues, i have to deal, no grabbing steel,

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Stop grabbing a mic,everytime your stage is set