This is a song about "No hands waka flocka"

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

That's the window into the sky

Everybody ,your hands up high,

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

But don't kid yourself, there where no helping hands

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

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

Hands so slender, correction she's my

Where did my time go? i let it fly