This is a song about "Grip"

I admit i inflict pain on you with my grip

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

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

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Leaving deceiving demons at rest before they clasp grip

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

So drop the slam and lets get sick

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

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

That enclosing grip on me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity