This is a song about "Washing hands"

Hands so slender, correction she's my

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

You will join, into destiny's hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I ended someones life with these two hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Here i go again, searching for love

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Roll up niggas be like sex

My hands move by themselves