This is a song about "Blood hands"

I like rollin' with friends

My hands move by themselves

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

We getting money, you can face the facts

I ended someones life with these two hands

Other people are wringin their hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Now everybody put your hands up high

Hands so slender, correction she's my

Money ain't a thing

My hands wont stop shaking

That hands you weed and alcohol

Hope my city is not too far