This is a song about "No hands"

That hands you weed and alcohol

'bout to get my other car

Remove their hands, they got none

I told him get his 9 and run

That's why my hands stay ready

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Sweet, okay makes sense

My hands move by themselves

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

You will join, into destiny's hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Aiming at this hoes neck, no hands no triggers