This is a song about "Small hands"

I welcome with my hands,

I'm popping rubber bands

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

But he's small and got a structure

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

Ur strength slipping from both hands/