This is a song about "I could use a hand"

I use yo mama as a waitress,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

So i use my pen like a soldier

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I could go big, or it could explode in my face like a hand grenade.

But still i feel like i could strap on a cocked hand grenade,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight