This is a song about "Hand washing"

I just write that right by a mic stand

When they give the grammy in my hand.

I start to think it's all planned

I got the mic up in my hand,

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

No sweat like a headband

I'll smack you with either hand

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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