This is a song about "Cleaning"

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I fucking hate this job

Cleaning em up with a mop./

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

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

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

And of course, my car's off course

You know that love is a very serious thing

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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