This is a song about "Grip"

Maybe praying to god didn't work so he's now got the devil's grip.

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

That enclosing grip on me

Where you belong with your family

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Ask 'bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Yeah, i've got you right in my palm with a grip that's stronger than a tiger's grip,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit