This is a song about "Me clutch"

Approaches me, encroaches towards me,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

It ain't hard to make money

I'm so uncultured/ a vulture who's clutch you better watch out for/

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Sometimes i feel i can't get out of a certain cobra clutch,

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

My mama smoked so god damn much