This is a song about "Washing dishes"

That's why i shine like i does

Girl, shut up and do the dishes.

Eat you up, watch nfl, feet up, have whats left of you doing my dishes

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Let's face it when it comes to disses,your basic im gourment dishes with

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips