This is a song about "Broken hand in stairs"

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

When they give the grammy in my hand.

I just write that right by a mic stand

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

They could never understand

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

And they'll smack a policeman with a gat in each hand,

But the plan is to show you that i understand

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.