This is a song about "Wash your hands"

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Those shroom's in your hands where'd they go?

At this love thing toe to toe

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

My heartbeat, skips beat. my aorta lies in your hands.

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Worlds in your hands now, better believe

I'm everything that they call nice