This is a song about "Waving hands"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

You will join, into destiny's hands

Hands so slender, correction she's my

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm popping rubber bands

Ive been rollin with my hands

No idols, bunch of unread bibles

Holding hands, kissing idols.

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps