This is a song about "I go wash"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I drain bottles of mouth wash, i still havnt produced a little cough,

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

And i did the video for really though

Now everywhere i go they scream out go

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Can i use it to see things clear? can it wash away the fear?

Cause i can wash u out like im doin tha dishes,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

No wonder why when times get hard

Nigga i go stupid hard cant go soft

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I making money everywhere i go