This is a song about "Cleaning out your locker"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

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

Grow your beard out, just weird out

Or know what its about

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Your heart is speaking out and

Dc star, a pg legend

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

So i went down south but i ended up north

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,