This is a song about "Hold hands"

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

Put her into a sleeper hold,

Women front, they get its cold

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

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

You will join, into destiny's hands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix