This is a song about "Right hand"

I start to think it's all planned

When they give the grammy in my hand.

So without a second thought, with my right hand i signed

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

You hand them a one way ticket right into your crime business

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Got racks you don’t understand

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Raised rough thats why i got a good right hand

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

So i took the knife and slit my hand right through the glove,

Got so much power in my hand

That we can't forget the past