This is a song about "Hand of midas"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Hand to hand in the cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

When they give the grammy in my hand.

To get to hold your hand

They got me trapped

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

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

So much gold, they might as well call me midas b

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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