This is a song about "Wash your hands"

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

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

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

The food made by your hands had a blessing of its own

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

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

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard