This is a song about "Talk to the hand"

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

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

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

The l in his hand to yell in advance

As much as i wanna leave

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket