This is a song about "Blood on my hands"

They say nothings ever free

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

All wale talking is ambition

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

We getting money, you can face the facts

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

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

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