This is a song about "Dylon hand"

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Bullets in ya hand bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

To get to hold your hand

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Hand to hand in the cold

Bounce to the dam slap an ounce in me hand,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Hand over the knife please