This is a song about "Watch them hands"

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first

Fast as fuck and watch them end up far away

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Watch me open up my mouth so you can feed them to the furnace

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Ive been rollin with my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps