This is a song about "Cleaning"

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

I put these poems all in these songs

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

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

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.