This is a song about "Washing cars"

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

I be giving work to the kids

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?