This is a song about "Boy z clean it"

So sweet the way i put it down, we wipe the slate clean,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Oooh that boy tmac he murkin it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Jay-z and kanye west, maybe they’re just tryna distract it

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Listen while i'm spitting boy, you probably won't believe it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

You need to shhh! keep it down boy

It was my decision to get clean, i did it for me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cause i'm knee-deep in it and need a tp roll to keep it clean

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine