This is a song about "Basket and clean"

Heres a tissue, and now clean your jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I would clean and you wouldn't need

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream