This is a song about "Hands"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

I got a green bag with them blue strands

She prayed on me passing that bar

That hands you weed and alcohol

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

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

I'm popping rubber bands

I welcome with my hands,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

My hands move by themselves

To increase my ends