This is a song about "Must wash hamds"

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Another day as i step out the door

You will see a body wash up on shore

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Of breaking through this shit, i must

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Brain wash till the thought of you *throws up* yack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Lemme brain wash you until the beat splat

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

I drain bottles of mouth wash, i still havnt produced a little cough,

For achieve our dreams we must

This is something different