This is a song about "Clean my room"

I've been locked in my room getting faded

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Keepin the earth clean with my good vibes,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Then we kicked in my room

Self made coming soon

So i got to clean my act up,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Monday in my room again

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune