This is a song about "Basket and clean"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

It's all good, finna dog that

Stork your head in a basket,

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

And that was just to get em' clean, it's a pretty gruesome scene

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream