This is a song about "Dead mans hand"

For the one night stand

With a blunt in there hand,

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

That we can't forget the past

That rap is mostly dead/

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

To get to hold your hand

They got me trapped

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Nah me and rap go hand in hand like jeckel and hyde,