This is a song about "Hold my hand"

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

In my hand theres a nine

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

Smack you bitch with the back of my hand,

If you ever feel alone and

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

About disaster in the world and

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

Got so much power in my hand

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand

But my plan is to show you that i understand