This is a song about "Hand lettering"

I got the mic up in my hand,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Hand over the knife please

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Next thing you know things got out of hand

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand

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