This is a song about "Hands"

Ive been rollin with my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

That hands you weed and alcohol

Young money, d-town's all star

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

I know the moves i'm making

My hands wont stop shaking

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

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

Hold on you can see my vision

Remove their hands, they got none

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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