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

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Let's pretend that he had time to rhyme before needing to defend.

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Eat your eyes, then manage to rip a leg off, a hand or two

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

Straight g thing, double m g thing

19. put a hand to the ceiling,

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Still be needing to grow up

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

It's a must that i bust any mic you're hand to me,

To get to hold your hand

Scrilla fan, oh boy and