This is a song about "Cleaning at 2am"

I was on my sway shit

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Everyday a star is born

Up at three, school at dawn,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

I can't turn back

You know where i be at