This is a song about "Hand of midas"

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

This is my take of the matter with no first hand success to back it up

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Smack you bitch with the back of my hand,

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

I’m coming back like light-skin and

When they give the grammy in my hand.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Never agree with that message