This is a song about "Sweaty hands"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Remove their hands, they got none

And when it's said and done

You will join, into destiny's hands

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

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Thuggin' till the day i die

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,