This is a song about "I got my bands up"

Got my hands twinned up i call em siamese

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Always got a trick up my sleeve

And ya'll don't know no beef

I start to think it's all planned

I got the mic up in my hand,

I got got my pad and pen

Hoes row got beans in them

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

I woked up and got washed but lost my dosh when i was cross

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till