This is a song about "Washing cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks