This is a song about "Cleaning with mops"

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

Suicidally colliding with

And i got mad love to give

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

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

Cleaning em up with a mop./

It’s hip-hop, not pop

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

With rock, shock rap with doc

Believe me i'mma be your god

Dueling with duality.

But make sure if they do see