This is a song about "On the other hand"

On the other hand i'm superior, the cause of your prosthetic posterior

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

But now theirs no one on the other side, surprise

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I have the patience to let other mcs get on the microphone

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Gonna step on the stage, take the mic outta my hand?

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people