This is a song about "Blood hands"

Graveyards filling up with street blood

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I'm in my other car

That hands you weed and alcohol

Baby you're the one

Remove their hands, they got none

My hands wont stop shaking

You know what i'm saying

We getting money, you can face the facts

You will join, into destiny's hands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

I ended someones life with these two hands