This is a song about "Blood on my hands"

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

That's why i'm makin' money

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Free time on her hands now my dick gon live forever

But we should be body to body

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup