This is a song about "Handy"

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

You pissing on randy you ain't handy you're a bluff...

I'mma live and die in cali

Yea, he comes in handy

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I slip my handymen's, handy manny's banana in...

With your girl gettin' handy, but you know how she can be

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Now attackin' my best friend? think your shit is handy?

And all women who had light features, see

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

These prostitutes i'm lurin' to my chambers, they're a handy lot,

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

For the emcees, i'm dissin' yo, but no hate is handy,