This is a song about "Cleaning"

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

So i went down south but i ended up north

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

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

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

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh