This is a song about "Grip"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Try to chase me now ima back out the grip

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I admit i inflict pain on you with my grip

Blunt in my mouth and my hand on the grip

Or never say never though i admit

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

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