This is a song about "Cleaning"

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

And of course, my car's off course

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Cause you didn’t play the game right

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Mixtapes calling out names, cleaning out closets, cuz know one knows me

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Cleaning em up with a mop./