This is a song about "Grip"

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Leaving deceiving demons at rest before they clasp grip

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

And i did the video for really though

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

When i grip the mic i like the way it surges

Or the grip was too strong

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone