This is a song about "Right hand"

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

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Raised rough thats why i got a good right hand

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

If you ever feel alone and

I'll smack you with either hand

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Firing gunshots towards your ass, 9mm in my right hand grasping the handle like its my dick,

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

You stood me up and i understand