This is a song about "Hand washing"

Bullets in ya hand bitch

And she stripping, go to college

Whatever it takes to live and stand

I write your name on my hand

And i can write a hook fast

I got the mic up in my hand,

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

Next thing you know things got out of hand

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast