This is a song about "Cleaning out your locker"

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Took your time tryna figure it all out.

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Class is in session, get your notes out

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass