This is a song about "Hands"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Top ranked, number one my son

Remove their hands, they got none

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

I'm popping rubber bands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

You know i want a piece of that pie

Everybody ,your hands up high,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

My hands move by themselves

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

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