This is a song about "No hands"

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

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

Roll up niggas be like sex

My hands move by themselves

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I'm popping rubber bands