This is a song about "Hands of steel"

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

She's got her whole life ahead of her but it's slipping through her hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Forged from steel hotter than mercury

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

I'm popping rubber bands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

U could try to hurt my feelings but my heart is made of steel

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

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

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob