This is a song about "Cleaning"

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Cleaning em up with a mop./

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

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

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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