This is a song about "Cleaning"

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

So i went down south but i ended up north

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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.

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Cleaning em up with a mop./

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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