This is a song about "Cleaning lady"

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.

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

Let me see you walk

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Half your body laying on my chest

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