This is a song about "Cleaning at 2am"

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

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Now look at me than look at you

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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