This is a song about "Washing"

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

I do the right thing

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team