This is a song about "Paws in my hand"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

A scythe in my left hand and a sickle in the right

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Chewing and spitting rhymes like grizzly, spit cup in my hand stiffly,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Blunt in my mouth and my hand on the grip

But i keep pushing, 'cuz my cards were dealt wrong in my hand,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told