This is a song about "Hands"

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

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

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

That's why my hands stay ready

I’m tryna be low key

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

Ive been rollin with my hands