This is a song about "Cleaning hoods"

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Because of drugs that have taken over our ghettoes and hoods,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

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

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Cleaning em up with a mop./

I fucking hate this job

Yeah, i'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.