This is a song about "Washing clothes"

As soon as i walk in the door

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

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

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Its cold as shit in this booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.