This is a song about "Got the world in my hands"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Seeing the world got me putting shit on my shoulders

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

The saftey man had it wrong when said youre in good hands

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

My influence has been all the shit in the world

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

My heartbeat, skips beat. my aorta lies in your hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

We got different hands so you can't gamble my fives

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,