This is a song about "Blood on my hands"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

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

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

We pray while we prey on competition

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

When i get my hands on nines