This is a song about "No hands"

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Everybody ,your hands up high,

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

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

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Thuggin' till the day i die

Hands so slender, correction she's my

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

I’m tryna be low key

That's why my hands stay ready