This is a song about "Washing dishes with white kittens"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I'm a great white...your merely a mackerel with no insight,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Girl, shut up and do the dishes.

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Support the guy with white eyes

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck