This is a song about "Clean up austrlia day"

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Sharpened up and kept clean, those motherfuckers seem to gleam,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

But i'm too tired to clean up this mess

Wake up high, do it over again the next day

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Benign and malice keep me clean up top

It's soulja tell 'em remenice about up in the younger day

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey