This is a song about "No hands out"

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout

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

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

Run out of drinks, no complain

Love turns into pain

No longer alive with out you,

My home girl told me i got an issue

I'm going, ain't no cop out.

I've got nothin' to worry about

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

Lyrically i'm ripping his teeth out with my hands forget pliers

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors