This is a song about "Hands off"

It's a hard time keeping my hands off the drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

They keep trying to hold me back but i snap their hands off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Sweet, okay makes sense

My hands move by themselves