This is a song about "Washing hands"

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

You will join, into destiny's hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

We getting money, you can face the facts

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one