This is a song about "The hands of love"

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

The food made by your hands had a blessing of its own

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Mama always told me i’d be famous

I'm the type of kid that always mocks love,

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

We getting money, you can face the facts

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though