This is a song about "Holding my hand"

Westside, bitch i run mine

In my hand theres a nine

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

I write your name on my hand

Sweatin' me like headband

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

But the thing i miss most is holding my pretty

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Always holding the world on my shoulder

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast