This is a song about "We count this money with our hands"

Together all the timethought it was true love

We came to this world with knowing our consequences

So with our words we can give those kids the power

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Manualist, i value my hands with this miraculous magic - only amulets have it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Ive been rollin with my hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

We blind, we can't see this with our eyes/

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Gonna lose our football but we weren't to shabby we also did this challenge

I've been deemed a fiend/cause i haven't seized my dreams/and succeeded much