This is a song about "On the other hand"

On one hand i love them but on the other hand im just so pissed

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Shoot blocks, coppin' huge rocks on the passin' hand,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Only real niggas stay on top

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

You in a box and i'm on the other side

So the homie wale can leave the hook right