This is a song about "Dish soap"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

You snitch,before you be homeless,go do the dish

You know, they say that dish is best served cold?

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Fix a dish of rapper's dicks, most of y'all are gimmicks,

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

I'm so dope, bitches with a rope, i clean like soap, but i just ain't old enough to vote

His poisons are seeking, overheating set to explode but he's got the code

Nope, all you get is shit in my prison when you drop the soap/

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

I be serving wack rappers like a dish