This is a song about "Swing them hands"

Grab the nearest politician and swing at em with my picket ax

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first

Ive been rollin with my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

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

Other people are wringin their hands

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I swing at you with a golden bat

See i let my nigga split that

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Let's hold hands as we sittin on the swing sets,