This is a song about "Cleaning your room"

Wake up in your livin' room, calm, relaxed, gin and juice,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And significantly move your feet and make room for me.

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Buff gorilla in the room

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

I can smell it when i go outside

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

You got no room to brag makin me gag your a red flag,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Go into your room and find semen all over the place