This is a song about "Broken hand in stairs"

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Got so much power in my hand

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

So rest in peace in my hand

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My words are broken, in addition.

I'm wale, the prescription

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Now you speaking my language