This is a song about "Bullet on my hand"

Jokes aside, i'd slap you but i don't want to get bitch on my hand/

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

And i ain't trying to land

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

My future's an enigma, it's suffering or this bullet

You in graver danger when my hand is on the lever

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

So rest in peace in my hand

I just write that right by a mic stand

Just hustling you understand

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll