This is a song about "Hands"

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

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

That's why my hands stay ready

You see the world is scary

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Ain't really stand a chance but i'm coming for them hands

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

My hands move by themselves

Sweet, okay makes sense

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

I ended someones life with these two hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Everybody ,your hands up high,