This is a song about "Janitor"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.

Another bum as a janitor, all we gotta do is learn algebra,

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I leave the janitor to pick up my every scrap