This is a song about "Wash method"

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

'cause we bumped that method man, chessboxin', and c.r.e.a.m.,

Don't let it wash you away

Reading shit my critics say

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I remember watchin' 2-pac and biggie spittin' givin' me an inspiration and a method//

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I'm popping rubber bands

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Lemme brain wash you until the beat splat

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Wash. heights roamer on the scene