This is a song about "Doing the dishes"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

If you like what we doing speak the fuck up

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Doing the time for fixin to many sweet rhymes

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

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

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Theres times when i have no idea what the fuck im doing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But he don't rule a thing

C'mon son, the fuck you think you doing

Ill end this so you can get back to whatever the fuck you spend your time doing,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

For doing shit the same way as the best did