This is a song about "Hands off"

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I'm popping rubber bands

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Hands so slender, correction she's my

I ended someones life with these two hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Sweet, okay makes sense

My hands move by themselves

We getting money, you can face the facts

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

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

That hands you weed and alcohol

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Holding hands, kissing idols.

On the slow jam of love