This is a song about "Handy"

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Yea, he comes in handy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

So part of the plan

But he ain't no handy man

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see