This is a song about "No hands"

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Everybody ,your hands up high,

That's the window into the sky

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Other people are wringin their hands

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

I got a green bag with them blue strands

You will join, into destiny's hands