This is a song about "Hand of midas"

Trip, and then you never snitch

Bullets in ya hand bitch

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

Big mac in one hand and the other givin' a salute, reminded me of nirvana

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

I can feel your heart beating fast

I'll smack you with either hand

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

On the other hand i'm superior, the cause of your prosthetic posterior

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

It's in the palm of your hand now baby