This is a song about "Hand washing"

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Hand over the knife please

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

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

I got the mic up in my hand,

I can feel your heart beating fast

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

I write your name on my hand

No sweat like a headband

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast