This is a song about "Hand of midas"

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Next thing you know things got out of hand

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Regardless of where he lay his hand. i always plotted my next stand.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Hand over the knife please

You gotta breathe and be at ease

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Cuz its only a hand full of rappers dass touchin da cash.