This is a song about "Cleaning"

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Over me the same peeps that have died

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face