This is a song about "Washing hands properly"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

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

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You will join, into destiny's hands

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Sniffing his dirty washing!