This is a song about "The hands of love"

We getting money, you can face the facts

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Live long in the hands of my own, 

So i parked in a tow-away zone

The very definition of pure love and complete acceptance,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

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

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands