This is a song about "No hand out"

I don't know what you heard about

I'm going, ain't no cop out.

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

And when your ready im'ma hold out my hand,

I just write that right by a mic stand

Tryna stand out nigguhs giving hand outs like a substitute

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Member no coupon call me a neutron i'll take you out, no