This is a song about "Blood on my hands"

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

World's got me on my hands and knees like when i first learned to crawl

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

That's the way, you can move it baby

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Throw it up with my hands & imma keep on showing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

When i get my hands on nines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems