This is a song about "Cleaning"

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king