This is a song about "Catch these hands"

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

I ended someones life with these two hands

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

You wont catch me shifting grams

Look it something they can't ever see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/