This is a song about "Take my hand"

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

In my hand theres a nine

Corduroys, cam will shine

Got racks you don’t understand

I write your name on my hand

I'll take the faith in myself over any self help book you put in my hand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Smack you bitch with the back of my hand,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast