This is a song about "Grip"

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

And twistin wisdom to grip submission

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Leaving deceiving demons at rest before they clasp grip

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

When i grip the mic i like the way it surges

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Where rules get followed

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Blunt in my mouth and my hand on the grip

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Leaving deceiving demons at rest before they clasp grip

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit