This is a song about "Swing them hands"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Iv gotta get my hands and tie them up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

No swing and a miss shit,

Can’t you hear that

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working