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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

Can you picture my specific plan

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy