This is a song about "Clean up australia day for kids"

But i'm too tired to clean up this mess

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Cant wait for the day where i can wake up and say "look momma we made it"

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim