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

As a fein/ my mother tried to brain wash my dome/ wouldnt let

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Oh i gotta face the day

Don't let it wash you away

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Let em' preach me on a pulpit, 'cause compared to your horseshit,

Let me be your rap teacher

And there's little to be glad for

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Blowing out your candle...trynna let me shine

I'm popping rubber bands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands