This is a song about "Hands novin"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Remove their hands, they got none

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Its somethin like manute bol

That hands you weed and alcohol

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

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

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

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I be ballin, they wonder why

Hands so slender, correction she's my

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/