This is a song about "Let me wash your car"

My records sell, yes sir

Let me be your rap teacher

Here... let me stretch your legs,

Sweet, okay makes sense

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

She's flawless like some uncut ice

So close i could give flip a play

Don't let it wash you away

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Now wash your mouth out with some listerine