This is a song about "Greedy hands"

Look it something they can't ever see

I am not greedy i give to the needy

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Elites are greedy fuckers that are getting fat cheques

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I just want perfection. i hope that that don't make me greedy

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Why you call me back? don't lie

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

You will join, into destiny's hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Other people are wringin their hands