This is a song about "Grabbing on"

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

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

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

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

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

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

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

You cant grab on whats on the news