This is a song about "Wash you hands"

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

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

We got different hands so you can't gamble my fives

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

You will join, into destiny's hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

You got mad style and now my hands tied

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

That hands you weed and alcohol

I'm a fucking rap star

All you niggas getting killed with your mouths opentrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping

Our hands tight holding, the river calm flowing/ wishing for you, that dandelion im blowing/