This is a song about "Car washing"

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

See, i like the person that you are

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

The hotels we staying in twelve star

The engine in back of my car

If there’s a shining star

Your music in the car

Box car children trying to hide

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

You're in a seminar

Where there is no rules car

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

I guzzle up at the bar

Bad, just like an 80's car