This is a song about "Cleaning"

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

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

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Curl up like big worm when i drop

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

But i gotta make sure i’m right