This is a song about "Sweaty hands"

We getting money, you can face the facts

Other people are wringin their hands

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I'm popping rubber bands

I welcome with my hands,

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries