This is a song about "Hand on the gun"

Shoot blocks, coppin' huge rocks on the passin' hand,

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Gonna step on the stage, take the mic outta my hand?

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

Just put your hand on the glass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

As he bleeds he sees a gun on the ground jumped and grabbed it

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman