This is a song about "Washing your hands"

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Sniffing his dirty washing!

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Soon you'll be on your hands and knees begging please

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Worlds in your hands now, better believe

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

For tryin' to communicate through a song

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly