This is a song about "Dish washers"

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

In the house, holla back

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

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

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

You ain’t never been higher than this

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live