This is a song about "Hold my hand"

Got racks you don’t understand

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

I got the mic up in my hand,

Got so much power in my hand

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

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

I rather hold hand and be your man

I'll get to em when i land

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

When they here today what you say to them