This is a song about "Clean rap about platinum"

Look at me now, shit. i'm about to clean house with

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

This rap may have been short but you've been taught about real rap

If they find that stash box just one time

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

So i can just rap about my mistakes.