This is a song about "Lord s hand in my brain"

You’re on neon lights in my bank

I got the mic up in my hand,

With such an ugly picture in it and

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain

Trying hard to speak and

So rest in peace in my hand

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Something just clicks in my brain

You just tryin' to run game