This is a song about "Baby hands"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

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

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

We getting money, you can face the facts

You will join, into destiny's hands

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

But make sure if they do see

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Rollin' with my baby

But i think i like that, just maybe

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I'm popping rubber bands