This is a song about "Dirty dishes"

For clockin dirty dollars

Talking of the gods you serve

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I don't do dishes but i throw away your mothafuckin plates//

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I splash your dirty ass,

Girl, shut up and do the dishes.

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Ha my mojo back

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

She sees the world through a dirty window