This is a song about "Washing hands"

You will join, into destiny's hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

That's why my hands stay ready

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

No idols, bunch of unread bibles

Holding hands, kissing idols.

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

I'm popping rubber bands

Ive been rollin with my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

I ended someones life with these two hands