This is a song about "Hands novin"

I think you and your friends

My hands move by themselves

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands

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

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Other people are wringin their hands

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one