This is a song about "Greedy hands"

My nigga, its all love

Holding hands, kissing idols.

But five years from now i bet she see

Sounds like the god you worship's greedy to me

I am not greedy i give to the needy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands

Remove their hands, they got none

Just to match the grind with precision

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

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

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Other people are wringin their hands