This is a song about "Dish washing"

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My stomach feeling empty i could use a dish

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Sneak up on attack

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

Dish you out without a doubt or second thought as though i forgot what you did snitch,

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I was born to do the damn thing

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting