This is a song about "Back wash"

As a fein/ my mother tried to brain wash my dome/ wouldnt let

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Shenti crawls out of bed to wash and shave

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Cause i can wash u out like im doin tha dishes,

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

A stain in the game, don't try an wash it clean

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Wash the blood of your fucking hands