This is a song about "No hands waka flocka"

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

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

You will join, into destiny's hands

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

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

Ive been rollin with my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

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