This is a song about "Dish soap"

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

That moschino shit is so back

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Vizion is that type of nigga to purposely drop the soap in prison,

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

That you just dropped the soap in prison

I am ragity, soap, isn't for vanity, hope we get more capacity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I serve a dish that will burn the lips of who's turn it is

I can't turn back

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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