This is a song about "Washing your hands"

I mean the game been dry

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard