This is a song about "Scissor hands"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Ain't really stand a chance but i'm coming for them hands

That's why my hands stay ready

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Ive been rollin with my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Thought this was forever love

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks