This is a song about "God given hands"

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Lose all inhibition and superstition, use what you've been given

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Their god given complexion, no exceptions

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

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

Me and my microphone could be one

Revenge has been a given

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Other people are wringin their hands