This is a song about "No hands"

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

That hands you weed and alcohol

Sweet, okay makes sense

My hands move by themselves

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You will join, into destiny's hands

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

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