This is a song about "Cleaning"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

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

Well man i do the yacht

Cleaning em up with a mop./