This is a song about "Doing the dishes"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

C'mon son, the fuck you think you doing

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Eat you up, watch nfl, feet up, have whats left of you doing my dishes

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

All yo bitch be doin' is washin the dishes.

That scary love, never get married love

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Doing all the work just please me

For doing shit the same way as the best did

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love