This is a song about "Dish washing"

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

My stomach feeling empty i could use a dish

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

I'm doing the same thing

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting