This is a song about "Hands to the pump"

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Little latasha sho' grown

Live long in the hands of my own, 

Need to pump some air into it cause' these are kindergarten rhymes bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

Study plans to unfold the mold uphold by judges' stands