This is a song about "Clean up australia day"

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

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

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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

So i got to clean my act up,

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

She was the queen of the club

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Every day woke her up something you found,