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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Controlling crowds in the masses like i got a magic wand in my hand

I can feel your heart beating fast

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

Malia family, we the family

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Got so much power in my hand

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

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

Blunt in my mouth and my hand on the grip

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I just write that right by a mic stand

Come take my hand (come take my hand)