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

Controlling crowds in the masses like i got a magic wand in my hand

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

I don't sit on a barstool, i use a golden throne

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Im not attractive, i could use a little proactive,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

You use up all your brain to make up one bar while i just use a little bit.

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Sooner or later i could use an escape.

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,