This is a song about "Hand"

I got the mic up in my hand,

And i ain't trying to land

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Take her on a long ride

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

I can feel your heart beating fast

In my hand theres a nine

Until the end if time

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

3m's on my new balance

Only a hand on those hips