This is a song about "Cleaning out your locker"

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

I got something you've been waiting for

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Took your time tryna figure it all out.

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

I make her cum a lot

Cleaning em up with a mop./

I dream of you more, my love goes to afeni shakur

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

Your heart is speaking out and

Put the purp in the blunt

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

And rip out your vocal cords,

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out