This is a song about "Scissor hands"

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Other people are wringin their hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

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

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

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

You will join, into destiny's hands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I'm popping rubber bands

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Or closed casket for our troubles