This is a song about "Swing them hands"

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Scene set with me on the swing sets

Convertibles with turbo jets

We getting money, you can face the facts

You will join, into destiny's hands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks