This is a song about "Tide laundry detergent"

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

Ahh found a few condoms in your laundry and you told me you kept it for a friend

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Why don't you put your laundry baskets in the back

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Than i separate my laundry call it segregation

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

But check out how i roll tide

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back