This is a song about "Cleaning lady"

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

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

That's aids to the ill

The lady loves her will.

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Boy get off your so called little lady,