This is a song about "Cleaning your room"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Buff gorilla in the room

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Then we kicked in my room

Won't run out anytime soon

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Go into your room and find semen all over the place

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family