This is a song about "Hold hands"

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

They keep trying to hold me back but i snap their hands off

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Put your rapping on hold,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Wished you felt warm and hold hands with hope and escape through the storm

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,