This is a song about "Wills washing machines"

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Bun b, i’m underground king

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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