This is a song about "Washing your hands"

And if you wanna be famous, put your hands in my anus

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

Sniffing his dirty washing!

With the piece that kel was rocking

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

The shit is in my hands, here's your lifespan

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

And if you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Yeah this shit got me feelin' robert beck

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

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks