This is a song about "Cleaning a room"

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

In a room, roll a blunt, in my glass, fuck it fast

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

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

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

We walk into the room from a million different places

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus