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

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

But i always use a condom my terran aint infected

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Sooner or later i could use an escape.

Through my path, i'll wander/wanda. i could use a fairy mother

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

I can have a full clip and still wanna use the bayonet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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