This is a song about "I gonna take the matter in my own hands"

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Baby, you know who you are

Take a backseat in my grey matter

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Live long in the hands of my own, 

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Flames in my head but it doesn't matter cuz i feel free