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

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Crocodile to these fishes watch em pile like some dishes

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm everything that they call nice

Support the guy with white eyes

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

I'm not your average girl so i don't do dishes,

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion