This is a song about "Washing hands"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Everybody ,your hands up high,

You will join, into destiny's hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Holding hands, kissing idols.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Ive been rollin with my hands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I'm popping rubber bands