This is a song about "Dylon hand"

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

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Hand over the knife please

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

With a blunt in there hand,

Two white cups and i got that drank

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

You stood me up and i understand

I'll smack you with either hand