This is a song about "My hands"

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

My heartbeat, skips beat. my aorta lies in your hands.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Ive been rollin with my hands

I'm popping rubber bands

God mc oh my god you gotta see

That's why my hands stay ready

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

We getting money, you can face the facts