This is a song about "Grip"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

December 4th a star was born

Or the grip was too strong

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

And twistin wisdom to grip submission

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

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

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

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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