This is a song about "Swing them hands"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Scene set with me on the swing sets

I swing at you with a golden bat

I don't know why i'm even on this track

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I ended someones life with these two hands

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Im better than them man, im better than your plans, got the world in my hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Ain't really stand a chance but i'm coming for them hands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants