This is a song about "Hand washing"

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

And bijies like im out and

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

With such an ugly picture in it and

When they give the grammy in my hand.

I got the mic up in my hand,

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Two white cups and i got that drank

To get to hold your hand

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

Nah me and rap go hand in hand like jeckel and hyde,

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

I write your name on my hand

Miami nights, made a couple grand