This is a song about "Hold hands"

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'm popping rubber bands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy