This is a song about "My hands"

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My hands wont stop shaking

I was born to do the damn thing

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

That's why my hands stay ready

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Hands so slender, correction she's my

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Live long in the hands of my own, 

They blowing up my phone