This is a song about "Cleaning hoods"

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.

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Cleaning em up with a mop./

You know i am not gon stop

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

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

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

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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