This is a song about "Held hands"

My poetry all i've ever written her is held by ligaments

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I ended someones life with these two hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

We getting money, you can face the facts

You will join, into destiny's hands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

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

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps