This is a song about "Washing clothes"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

On they car note to go to the club

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,