This is a song about "Washing clothes"

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

All we need is convienient love

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

You know that love is a very serious thing

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting