This is a song about "Washing dishes"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

That happen to act like a black president

I don't do dishes but i throw away your mothafuckin plates//

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine