This is a song about "Hand"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Got so much power in my hand

Hand to hand in the cold

I mean of course just the same old

Miami nights, made a couple grand

With a blunt in there hand,

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

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

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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