This is a song about "The invisible hand"

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

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

Man it's stupid how we're fascinated with the gats in hand,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

With a hand struck from the dirt

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And can only be invisible with the vision you allow to define your own eyes

Gonna step on the stage, take the mic outta my hand?

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

My rhymes are incredible, invincible, invisible,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand