This is a song about "Car wash"

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Now wash your mouth out with some listerine

You know...you know who you are

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I'm popping rubber bands

'bout to get my other car

You're in a seminar

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

I guzzle up at the bar

Got a license, no car

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

She prayed on me passing that bar

For a perfect mother’s day

Don't let it wash you away