This is a song about "Catch these hands"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I'm popping rubber bands

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

But aye, catch z's after intermission

What up girl, tell me how you been

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You will join, into destiny's hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands