This is a song about "Washing your hands"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Im better than them man, im better than your plans, got the world in my hands

There ain’t no going back, don’t deny it, ‘cuz we know the facts,

Now everybody put your hands up high

That's the window into the sky

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

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

Sniffing his dirty washing!

In my drawsring, ring, ring

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes