This is a song about "Wash your hands"

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Now everybody put your hands up high

I be ballin, they wonder why

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Everybody ,your hands up high,

There ain’t no going back, don’t deny it, ‘cuz we know the facts,

Im better than them man, im better than your plans, got the world in my hands

And if you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

And all women who had light features, see

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute