This is a song about "Washing"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit