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

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

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

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

You ain’t never been higher than this

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

A rapper with a vision beyond dishes, 5,000 dollar fishes.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love