This is a song about "Hands novin"

Sweet, okay makes sense

My hands move by themselves

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

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

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Ain't really stand a chance but i'm coming for them hands

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

That hands you weed and alcohol

Young money, d-town's all star