This is a song about "My hands are lethal"

I'm hollow, my soul is simply cold, and it's lethal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

My hands are tied so i guess your deaths justified.

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

"need you here, my hands are, sufferin from frostbite

Of which are lethal, little weasels, beetles they weevil,

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people