This is a song about "Grip"

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

I admit i inflict pain on you with my grip

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

This is like love, that you can never get

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

Leaving deceiving demons at rest before they clasp grip

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win