This is a song about "No hands"

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

We can never be friends

My hands move by themselves

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

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

No idols, bunch of unread bibles

Holding hands, kissing idols.