This is a song about "My hands"

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

My hands move by themselves

We can never be friends

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Hands so slender, correction she's my

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

There ain’t no going back, don’t deny it, ‘cuz we know the facts,

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.