This is a song about "Do your chores"

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

Twinkle your nose, wiggle your toes do whatever you gotta do,

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Get on your knees bitch and do all your chores

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

What do you think? in your finger tip,

Huh, a metaphor of course

They've threats with time and court and chores

Said no child about his chores, with a quick force,

They calling me often to offer me walls

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Do your only hobby you do so well, suck a dick