This is a song about "Edward scissor hands"

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

You will join, into destiny's hands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

My nigga, its all love

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Everybody ,your hands up high,

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy