This is a song about "No hands waka flocka"

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

They walk the walk, but never talk the talk like waka flocka flame,

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

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

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

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

Lucky seven probably poppa

Bumping flocka, fuck the drama