This is a song about "No hands out"

It burns inside everytime i rhyme but i find there's no way out (no way out)

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I got that goodman game

Run out of drinks, no complain

I no a lot of ppl out there

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Im no longer alive with out you,

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

And i ain't no general grievous when i say i have four hands

There’s no looking out, got cut,

She was the queen of the club

Rub out faces and leave no traces

And i need you to show me love