This is a song about "Grip"

Cause we been off them slave ships

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Try to chase me now ima back out the grip

Look in the scope, my people still a target

I'm ill when i spit and killin' with grip, no bitch hug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

You speakin bullshit, your grip in life has to end

My talent should take me places i've never been

And twistin wisdom to grip submission

C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window