This is a song about "Washing hands"

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

We getting money, you can face the facts

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

My hands move by themselves

Roll up niggas be like sex

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks