This is a song about "My hands"

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

My prada lows, for the most part it's only nike

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands