This is a song about "Washing clothes"

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.