This is a song about "Heart in my hand"

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Placed in my heart- a relapse,

You can see with your fans

In my hand theres a nine

And now these hoes are on my line

So i feel hate in my heart

You shook my world and it felt apart

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

For that paper, i'mma grind

In my heart and in my mind

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

In my heart you'll always maintain.