This is a song about "Bud light can blinging in my hand"

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

But the note in his hand can not be ignored

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

When they give the grammy in my hand.

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

In my hand theres a nine

She prefer the dutty wine

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

I'll take the faith in myself over any self help book you put in my hand

Disformed since i was born at 11 o'clock in the mourn with a pen in my hand

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped