This is a song about "My hands"

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

I just want somebody i can see

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

My hands move by themselves

I like rollin' with friends

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

My prada lows, for the most part it's only nike

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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