This is a song about "Hand of midas"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

Smack you bitch with the back of my hand,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Now you speaking my language

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

About disaster in the world and

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand itll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man

Just hustling you understand

To get to hold your hand

Next thing you know things got out of hand

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last