This is a song about "Blood hands"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

You will join, into destiny's hands

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

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

My hands wont stop shaking

I know the moves i'm making

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Remove their hands, they got none

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I love you though i'll still fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.