This is a song about "Hand of midas"

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Now you speaking my language

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Smack you bitch with the back of my hand,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

Next thing you know things got out of hand

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

Hand full of all the drugs your body can handle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

To get to hold your hand

No sweat like a headband