This is a song about "Cleaning"

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

O. trice always rep his block

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared