This is a song about "Doing the dishes"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Doing this cuz im the boss of me

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

What the fuck is up what it is how you doing

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Half of the time i dont even know what im doing

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting