This is a song about "Hands of steel"

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Keep messing hit you with that steel

She said my love is outta here

Forged from steel hotter than mercury

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Cos the future generation is in the hands of ours

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

The food made by your hands had a blessing of its own

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Fourths of weed, i'm back to pack on hands

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,