This is a song about "Cleaning your room"

I can smell it when i go outside

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Buff gorilla in the room

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

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Your flow sucks like vacuums / ill step in to your dads room

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

Lets take this to the room

Self made coming soon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Across the crowded room,