This is a song about "Wash hands"

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

You will see a body wash up on shore

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Now wash your mouth out with some listerine

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

I ended someones life with these two hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

Then keep your change like an oink machine

You will join, into destiny's hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks