This is a song about "Hand washing"

To get to hold your hand

And i ain't trying to land

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

Whatever it takes to live and stand

I got the mic up in my hand,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

In my hand theres a nine

My gold rollie tell time

When they give the grammy in my hand.

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

No sweat like a headband

So rest in peace in my hand