This is a song about "Hand sanitizer"

I got the mic up in my hand,

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

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Right flows down and they might go nice

Hand over the knife please

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Would you place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me?

Celebrate the very day that i get past

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Miami nights, made a couple grand

I'll smack you with either hand