This is a song about "Washing clothes"

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

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

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks