This is a song about "Holding my hand"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.

Always holding the world on my shoulder

Of impactful things one can ask for

I write your name on my hand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

My mind holding me captive, and i cannot flee,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Got so much power in my hand

And bijies like im out and

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name