This is a song about "Waving hands"

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I'm popping rubber bands

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

While i'm waving the pistol at sixty christians against me

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Holding hands, kissing idols.

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.