This is a song about "Dylon hand"

And bijies like im out and

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

With such an ugly picture in it and

Would you place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me?

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

To get to hold your hand

They got me trapped

Next thing you know things got out of hand

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Hand over the knife please

Cause there could never be peace