This is a song about "Cleaning a ship"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Find n.a.s.a. plaster, the first draft on a ship

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship//

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'm blasting off like a rocket ship acknowledge him

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Cleaning em up with a mop./

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

What is a relationship but a wasted trip on a plated ship

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

But i dream big like a rocket ship that's some honest shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet