This is a song about "Right hand"

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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Two white cups and i got that drank

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

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I'll smack you with either hand

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Nah me and rap go hand in hand like jeckel and hyde,

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

I just write that right by a mic stand

Raised rough thats why i got a good right hand

Turn you to hermit with your right or left hand you are married

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet