This is a song about "Hand sanitizer"

Just hustling you understand

I got the mic up in my hand,

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

With a blunt in there hand,

Two white cups and i got that drank

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Sweatin' me like headband

I'll smack you with either hand

Things are better rough, your boyfriend's would know first hand/

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped