This is a song about "Blood on hands"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Throw it up with my hands & imma keep on showing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Fourths of weed, i'm back to pack on hands

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Let's hold hands as we sittin on the swing sets,