This is a song about "Wash your hands"

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Worlds in your hands now, better believe

I say "stay", she wanna leave

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

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

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks