This is a song about "Washing clothes"

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats