This is a song about "Needing a hand to hild"

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Fuck needing the sign of the cross. you just a fat kate moss

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I'll prove it with one hand by beating you to death with a spatula.

That we picked up at the last concert

With a hand struck from the dirt

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Go to college, lend a hand, and save up for my retirement

I say that the pool is closed

Hand to hand in the cold

Someone immediately rose their hand to offer to take me on a tour

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure