This is a song about "Dish washing"

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

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

And this will be the song that we sing

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Sneak up on attack

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english