This is a song about "Hold my hand"

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I rather hold hand and be your man

Cause u know that this my jam

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Just lay back, get your face slapped

And when your ready im'ma hold out my hand,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

When they give the grammy in my hand.

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