This is a song about "No hands waka flocka"

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Bumping flocka, fuck the drama

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

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