This is a song about "Washing your hands"

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Those shroom's in your hands where'd they go?

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

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

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Sniffing his dirty washing!

I know these haters watching

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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

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

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong