This is a song about "Washing machine"

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

It's not making sense to you right now but

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Machine the way i'm skilled

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Your going against the mean killing machine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team