This is a song about "No hands"

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

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

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

I ended someones life with these two hands

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Aiming at this hoes neck, no hands no triggers

That hands you weed and alcohol

Your music in the car

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands