This is a song about "Cleaning"

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

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

Cleaning em up with a mop./

I’m the king of rock

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face