This is a song about "Cleaning your room"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

Never know when i'm in your room and hell comes in my heart with a different climate

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Her mother deftly left the room,

Won't run out anytime soon

Go into your room and find semen all over the place

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

And significantly move your feet and make room for me.

Self made coming soon

Across the crowded room,

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

I can only love you when you’re undressed