This is a song about "Cleaning out my closet"

Get up out out my way

To throw it all away

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Fuck 2 chainz i got 10 medals in my closet, now your bitch with me as she pop drop and lock it.

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Profit it's a empty closet

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,