This is a song about "Dylon hand"

Corduroys, cam will shine

In my hand theres a nine

Trip, and then you never snitch

Bullets in ya hand bitch

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

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand

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

Things are better rough, your boyfriend's would know first hand/

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Hand over the knife please

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light