This is a song about "Blood hands"

We getting money, you can face the facts

Ive been rollin with my hands

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That's why my hands stay ready

My hands move by themselves

Sweet, okay makes sense

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

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

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood