This is a song about "Sweaty hands"

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Hands so slender, correction she's my

I'm popping rubber bands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands