This is a song about "No hands"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

I got a green bag with them blue strands

On the slow jam of love

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Remove their hands, they got none

Ok i hear you talkin

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

You will join, into destiny's hands

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands