This is a song about "Grip"

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

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

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I admit i inflict pain on you with my grip

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

You speakin bullshit, your grip in life has to end

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Motherfucker this is forever dope

All you wanna do is get that stick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic