This is a song about "Waving hands"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

You waving swords i'm waving switch blades, advantage don't matter

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands