This is a song about "Hands"

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Or closed casket for our troubles

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

And it weighs a ton

Remove their hands, they got none

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

My hands move by themselves

Sweet, okay makes sense

I don’t care where ya are

That hands you weed and alcohol