This is a song about "Cleaning fluid"

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Spit piff, the embalm fluid stripped from an impaled carcass

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Has a needle injected that feeds him intravenous fluid,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

And a needle that's injected feeds him intravenous fluid,