This is a song about "Hand"

They could never understand

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Only a hand on those hips

I'm neo in the matrix

I just write that right by a mic stand

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

600 benz, house six hundred grand

With a blunt in there hand,

So rest in peace in my hand

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

On that red-eyed kush flight

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!