This is a song about "No hands"

That hands you weed and alcohol

6 o's pay for my car

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

And i ain't no general grievous when i say i have four hands

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Aiming at this hoes neck, no hands no triggers

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ive been rollin with my hands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,