This is a song about "Life is in gods hand"

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Nah me and rap go hand in hand like jeckel and hyde,

You in graver danger when my hand is on the lever

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

My decline in life is something most tragic

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

There is more in to life

You make a nigga sing songs nice