This is a song about "Bloody hands"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

You will join, into destiny's hands

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Girl bloody and bloody period

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I'm popping rubber bands

I welcome with my hands,

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny