This is a song about "Must wash hands"

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Sit in the water let the ocean wash away the problems.

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,