This is a song about "Sweaty hands"

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,

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Other people are wringin their hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I'm popping rubber bands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Everybody ,your hands up high,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,