This is a song about "Cleaning at 2am"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

To love me at all at all

Now we must stand tall

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

To love me at all at all

Baby, let me give you a call

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

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

Got the perfect plan to help me get her