This is a song about "Washing"

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity