This is a song about "Hand washing"

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

To get to hold your hand

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

I was born to do the damn thing

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

I just write that right by a mic stand

So rest in peace in my hand

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine