This is a song about "Held hands"

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

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

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

As i held a can of nitroglycerin

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ive been rollin with my hands

And this was where my best and my worst days were held

Hold your applause until the ceremony end