This is a song about "Held hands"

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

We getting money, you can face the facts

I ended someones life with these two hands

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I welcome with my hands,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

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

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

When i held you i used to cry

And then held it for ransom

Shit, we don't believe none of them