This is a song about "Blood on hands"

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Free time on her hands now my dick gon live forever

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

I'm everything that they call nice

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

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Hands so ruff on her neck there blistering

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

Oops, i'm so sorry

Blood on my palms, it haunts me