This is a song about "Washing clothes"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

My time with their half-witted reviews

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping