This is a song about "My hands"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

There ain’t no going back, don’t deny it, ‘cuz we know the facts,

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

Malia family, we the family

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

When i get my hands on nines

Why you call me back? don't lie

Hands so slender, correction she's my

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,