This is a song about "Blood hands"

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Better or worse, the center of attention

My hands move by themselves

Sweet, okay makes sense

We getting money, you can face the facts

You will join, into destiny's hands

That shit was wack as fuck

Full up to fuck with blood,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

That's why my hands stay ready