This is a song about "Washing your hands"

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Now everybody put your hands up high

We buy out stores till its all too gone

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

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Everybody ,your hands up high,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

My heartbeat, skips beat. my aorta lies in your hands.

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word