This is a song about "Washing hands properly"

Other people are wringin their hands

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

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Listen, these niggas is tripping