This is a song about "Talk to the hand"

But the demons in me guided my hand to slay our life

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

Go to the mayor's office located right down the town and talk,

Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Trying to talk about the problems, and still i ask for help,